Musical Oneshots

Boyfriends - Why?

TW: Suicide

Michael's POV

"You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry!" I screamed. Jeremy stepped closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I pushed him away.

"You ignored me for a month, cheated on me, and all you can say to me is sorry!" I yelled in his face. I could feel tears pricking my eyes as he sighed.

"Michael. I said I'm sorry." He told me.

"Sorry isn't enough!" I sobbed as tears clawed at my throat.

I tried to run up the stairs but Jeremy grabbed my wrist.

"Michael please!" He begged.

"Do you love her?" I whispered as I avoided his eyes.

"What?" Jeremy asked.

"Do you love Christine!" I shouted. I could feel the tears pouring down my cheeks as he told me,

"Yes."

"Get out of my fucking house Heere." I ordered. He looked shocked for a minute before turning angry.

"Fuck you Michael. Just so you know, I never loved you." He spat before leaving, slamming the door behind him.

I sank to the ground, my whole body shaking.

The only sound throughout the house were my ugly sobs.

It was only when the sun started to set outside that I finally moved.

I slowly crawled up the stairs, feeling too broken to function.

After rummaging around my desk, I found some paper and a pencil.

I'd thought about writing this for months now, but I was never able to go through with it. After all, I had Jeremy. I toughed through it for him. But now that he was gone, what was the use?

I finished his note. I didn't write one to my parents, they weren't around enough to even care.

Who else would I write one to? I had no friends now.

I shuffled down the hall and into the bathroom.

Before opening the cabinet, I could see my reflection. My cheeks were blotchy and tear streaked, my eyes red and puffy. I put on a fake smile for once last time and searched for the bright orange bottle.

With shaky hands, I downed the whole bottle of sleeping pills.

I could feel the tears dripping onto the floor as I made my way back into my room. I put on one of my favorite Bob Marley songs and waited for the pills to kick in.

I curled up in my hoodie on my bed and sang,

"J-Jeremy my b-buddy, how's it hanging? Lunch i-is bangin. Had my sushi g-got m-my slushie and m-more."

I couldn't get any other words. My tears were choking me.

I felt my eyelids start to droop, and I smiled again.

"Fuck you Jeremy. I'll see you in hell." I murmured.

And then there was nothing.

-Cronch